Superman walks into the United Nations, smoke still rising from his tattered cape. His costume, thought to be as impervious as his body, is in ruins. He's barely decent - his unmentionables are hidden by a complimentary towel from the hotel he ended up in when Luthor's latest invention exploded somewhere above the arctic circle. He turns to the collected leaders of the world, presses his hair back into it's immaculate coiffure, and speaks:

"You are all fucking stupid. Get your shit together or I kill you all. End of fucking story. For fuck's sake, people! Just cut it the fuck out!"